Cypress Hill - Scooby Doo lyrics

Scooby-Doo, y'alllllll
Scooby-Dooby-Doo, y'alllllll

I remember the time them niggas
Tried to get me (I ain't havin' it)
Throw your hands in the air
The Hill's live and direct, see
So let me put my clip in
Watch this nigga start flippin'
My, why must they always be trippin'?
Shut up, what up, fool tried to nut up
Dropped the gat, riccocheted
The fool got cut up (Why'd you drop the gat
G?) I got hit from behind
Now a nigga like me, I gotta go for mine
Bring it on, bing, make ya bells ring
When ya hit that pavement, what a feeling
It's on, cracked like a baseball bat
Oh shiiiiiiiit, out the boot came a gat
Pointed (aimed) the nigga said "You're through!"

I remember the time them niggas
Tried to get me (I ain't havin' it)
Throw your gats in the air if
You wanna come test me
So let me just run through
As I pull out my Scooby-Doo
I get the chills when I
See that dead man's crew
I got to get up, let's go head up, dead up
I'm loc'ed like that, punk
That's why you're gettin' wet-up
Want me to let up
But, I ain't tryin' to hear that
Bullshit cryin', punk, let me just clear that
Buck a shot, lick a two shot
Lick a three shot ran out of ammo, damn
I ain't tryin' to get got
Two niggas standin', dirty under handed
Lighter shade of fire, check my slug expanded
Now tell me what the fuck are you gonna do
When I pull out my Scooby-Doo?

Take a good look 'cause this is
The last time you're gonna see
Fat bell like this again
You fat piece a chit! Kid muchacho
Muchacho kid, get flabby -
(oh - choot that piece a chit) You
Fuckin' lobsta piece a CHIT! I'll stomp
You like a duck and you
You with your little happy chain of
Lighters you wanna fuck with
Me, you fuck with the best! And
You you with the burly haircut
The Stawberry Quik guy you around the way
Main i know where you at